Setting: Captain America, Civil War.

Searing pain erupted through your hands as you repeatedly threw your fists into the punching bag. The burning sensation of your working muscles began to tighten as they were reaching their limit, but you didn't seem to care. You decided to get some training in before your watch shift over the new recruit Bucky. You didn't think you showed it, but deep down you knew you had a soft spot for the broken man with memories he strove to recollect. You spent all of your spare time with Bucky, trying to help him get his life back. As soon as you though of him, the man with the mesmerising blue eyes, your heart fluttered and your skin raked all over with goosebumps. You don't know why you felt this way, but the tough interior you placed up before joining the Avengers was slowly beginning to fall down ever since you met him. Along with your raging thoughts and motivated training ethic, you heard a muffled sound, but ignored it, thinking it was unimportant.

"(Y/N)!" Steve bellowed, his previous attempts to get your attention failing.

Pulled out of your thoughts, you wiped your brow and turned toward the man with his arms crossed across his chest. He was dressed in his Captain America uniform, helmet and all. He must've just come back from a mission. You thought.

You raised an eyebrow, your chest slowly rising and falling with your deep breaths. "Rogers, how many times have I told you about interrupting-"

"I'm sorry (Y/N) but this is important," He interrupted, yet again.

You rolled your eyes at Steve and quickly sighed as you realised the Captain was staring at your exposed body, sports tights and a sports bra, a little longer than you would've liked.

You cleared your throat, you hand waving in front of his positioned eyesight. "Yoo hoo, eyes up here Captain."

His eyes then flickered up to yours, his cheeks instantly flushed. "I-I was just-" he began, before meeting your arched eyebrow. "Never mind," he shook his head, as if he were trying to erase his actions. As he realised you were beginning to lose interest, he began again. "Its about Bucky."

Your attention suddenly became undivided on the Captain, your eyes widening at the sound of his name. "Yeah, I was just about to go do my watch."

"Well," he began, "You can't go to your watch without the subject there."

You froze. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

You watched as Steve's expression instantly fell, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. "Bucky escaped about an hour ago."

You stood there, in shock. It was a short moment of recollection before you spoke again. "I thought he was getting better?"

"So did I," he murmured, "but someone questioned him and betrayed our system, setting off his 'trigger words' and sent him on his dangerous rampage." His hand rubbed his face in annoyance before looking down at the floor. "I let the stupid prick who set him off get away, he was too quick. Bucky's mission is unknown, as well as his location."

Your heart sank. As soon as you were beginning to become close to the broken man and starting to break down his barriers, his cool personality finally beginning to warm up to you, he disappeared.

You suddenly shook off your emotions and kept your calm and collected stance. "Why do you need my help?" You asked, your gloved hands resting on your hips.

"Because," the captain breathed. "I think you're the only one who can get him to come back."

Your eyes widened as you tried to contain the brightness that emerged on your already reddened cheeks. "W-what do you mean Rogers?"

The captain laughed, "(Y/N), you may be smart, but god, you're really bad at hiding your feelings for him." He raised his eyebrow as your mouth gaped open, your eyes blinking rapidly as you turned away from the grinning captain.

"I-I dont know what your talking about-"

"And I know he feels the same way."

You turned to him then, your mouth still gaped open at the shock of even having this conversation with the man who knew Bucky the most. Saying that, the Captain wouldn't be lying then, would he?

By the look the Captain received, he knew that you were lost for words.

"So are you coming or not?" He said, his voice bringing you out of your racing thoughts.

Your head snapped up to meet his, "Y-yeah, I'm coming."

The Captain grinned, before shaking his head and turning to walk out of the gym as you quickly chucked your shirt over your head and trailed behind.

Shortly after leaving the gym, a sharp buzzing noise erupted from Steve's pocket, and he answered it almost desperately.

"Tony," Steve spoke instantly, "any news?"

Steve paused for a moment, before his shoulders instantly relaxed his expression softened.

"Thank god, (Y/N) and I are on it." He said before hanging up.

"Good news I'm guessing?" You asked, grabbing your leather jacket off the seat you quickly walked past and pulling it on.

"Great news. Tony's found Bucky, he's on foot, heading north towards the highway so I'm sure he'll be stealing a ride there." He spoke quickly before pulling his phone out again and dialling a number.

You raised your eyebrow in question whilst pulling your hair out of its ponytail and cascading down your back. "Who are you calling now?"

"Falcon,"

You looked at him then, confusion still in your wake. "Why are you calling someone else? Don't you think Bucky will be more willing to come with us?"

The Captain looked over to you and smiled, "Us?" he questioned.

Now your confusion was through the roof, you hands now raised in the air. "Isn't that what you're bringing me for?"

"Yeah," he said, before his eyes locked on yours, "you're going to face him."

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Steve was right, Bucky would steal a ride when he reached the highway. You and Steve sped toward the ex-assassin as he effortlessly stole a motorbike off a civilian and took off ahead of them.

Steve cursed, his hands hitting the steering wheel with annoyance. "He's too quick!"

"Hey, don't get your knickers in a twist," you snapped, "we'll think of something."

Steve scoffed, "yeah, like what? We're in a big ass jeep, stuck behinds miles of traffic, and he's far ahead."

"Shut up would you, I'm trying to think," Your eyes scanned the perimeter as you were trying your hardest to block out Steve's whines of defeat. Nothing but cars, and more cars. Your stance suddenly straightened as you thought of something, but it was extremely risky.

"Oi loudmouth," you snapped, silencing Steve's muttering. Before he could object, you spoke again. "Get the hood of this car to the back of the car in front."

Almost instantly, Steve sped the car up, hitting the back of the car in front of you. "Cheers," you said thankfully.

"And what are you-" he began, but you had already climbed out of the window and were on the bonnet of the car. Steve watched in astonishment as you effortlessly lept from one car to the next.

You turned back behind you, signalling a thumbs up. You rolled your eyes as Steve hung his head out the window. "Be careful!" he yelled, "He's a different man when he's controlled!"

"I'll be fine!" you yelled back, "Find a way closer to Bucky, we'll be done by the time you get there!"

And with that, you were gone. Leaping from car to car with effortless ability, you mentally thanked yourself for training with Black Widow and working out before you came. After a few moments of jumping and apologising to abusive owners of the cars, your eyes locked on the intended target.

Bucky.

You sighed with relief the moment your eyes met the figure, fortunately, he was stuck behind a semi-trailer, his hard expression softly lined with frustration.

You flung yourself from car to car as quickly as you can, the fast movement of the cars and the heavy wind slowing you down slightly, but with the required destination, nothing was stopping you.

You finally reached the car behind Bucky. Sliding down to the bonnet of the car, waving apologetically to the driver, you crouched down low, prepared to jump on top of the ex-assassin.

Without a second thought and the adrenaline rushing through your veins, you lept from the car and wrapped yourself around the bulky Bucky Barnes, sending you both flying from the motorcycle and tumbling on the hard cement. You yelped in pain as you attempted to shield your face from the tar below you, but an explosion of pain erupted from your forehead. Rolling up from the ground, you placed your fingers to the painful area, only to be faced with fingers covered in your own blood. Traffic abruptly stopped around you as people fled from their cars. They instantly recognised the assassin that you faced, their first instinct to flee the scene.

You cursed slightly, before your head snapped up to meet controlled Bucky sprinting towards you, his eyes cold and dark and his mouth set to a thin line.

"Shit", you cursed before the man with the metal arm flung himself towards you, you quickly dodged him, but your reflexes were slow as he quickly recovered and blocked your kick. He pushed you forcefully to the side, and watched as you slid across the hard gravel. You winced again as you instantly felt bruises begin to rise on your skin. "That's gonna hurt in the morning," you muttered.

In that exact moment, Bucky reached you instantly, his metal hand was wrapped around your neck as he raised you in the air. You felt powerless as the air escaped your lungs, your hands clawing at his hand as you struggled to regain your breath. You watched as his expression was emotionless, this definitely wasn't your Bucky. With that in mind, you really didn't feel sorry for the thing you did next. With the burst of energy that you had left, you kicked the poor assassin in the groin. As soon as he released your neck, his body bent over in pain, you wrapped your legs around his neck and brought him to the ground.

With the sudden impact, the remains of the inside of his backpack spilled out. Different sized pieces of paper blew around you as the backpack was ripped open. Curiously, you used this time to snoop while the pained Bucky was dazed behind you. You walked over to a large sized piece, picking it up delicately. The texture was different, and felt too thick to be paper. You flipped the mysterious piece over, and your heart stopped.

It was a photograph, of you.

You're eyes lingered on the photo for a moment, as you tried to grasp the fact that Bucky Barnes, had a photograph of you, in this backpack. It was your photo from your Avengers portfolio, your bright smile and wild eyes filled with excitement at your recruitment as a new Avenger. Steve must have shown Bucky pictures of everyone at the Avengers base, but why would he keep yours?

You were suddenly knocked from your trance as your legs were kicked out from under you, sending your body falling to the ground. With the sudden impact of your body hitting the solid ground, the wind was knocked out of you and the cool metal of Bucky's hand was wrapped around your neck once more.

With all of your left over strength, you flung your hand to the side of you, clawing at your photograph that fell from your hands. Your eyes met his once more, the beautiful blueness of them so dark that they seemed black. You inhaled shakily through the tightness of his grip around your neck and placed the photo next to your face.

"It's me," you whispered. You saw Bucky's eyes flicker to the picture, then back at your reddened face. Then in his eyes, you witnessed a moment of recollection, as his attention flickered back to the picture and lingered on it for a moment.

"Bucky, it's me." You hushed hoarsely as you placed your free hand to the side of his face. You watched his expression soften as his breathing became harder, his eyes never leaving yours. "Me, (Y/N)." It was at this moment that stars began to cloud your senses, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as the last breath of air escaped your body. 

"(Y/N)?" he whispered, before your hand fell limp by your side and the colour black engulfed your vision.

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GUYS,

I'm sooo sorry, I haven't been posting in such a long time because I've had tonnes of school work (imagine being in year 12 AND having a major obsession with Sebastian Stan, plz help) and MAJOR writers block. I legit only thought of this story today in class when I was 'supposed' to be doing Maths work, whoops :/

Anyway, glad to be back! Please vote and comment, loving all the love I'm receiving from you guys, means so much to me! All my assessments are done for a while so i'll have more time for writing for you guys :)

P.S, I know this was a reaaaally long one shot, but there will be a second part! I think by making this one extra long is sort of an apology to you guys for being so inactive lately. So yeah, I really do love you all :)

Much love x x x